Full Moon City

by Lia Connor

  “Mmm. I hope so.” To Shanda’s surprise, the statement came from Hunter, who then busied himself with nuzzling her ear. “Don’t ever want to go back to quickies in the dark. You’re too good for wham, bam, thank you ma’am.”

  Mark rumbled a chuckle. “She is. Without the Heat, things could change. But I think we have enough passion to go around. We will make a strong trio, the three of us.”

  There, he’d out and out said what had been on Shanda’s mind. And once spoken, his suggestion hung in the air and waited for their response.

  Shanda touched Hunter hesitantly. She’d go if she could, but not without him. She thought she knew his answer, but had to hear it out loud to be sure. “Hunter?”

  He sighed. “Never thought I’d be led around by my cock again, but Shanda, let me tell you that you’re worth whatever I have to pay. So, where are you from, Mark? Maybe there’s decent ground out there for a hunter like me.”

  Shanda whooped in triumph.

  Then she paused. Something else she had to know.

  “Dashika?” Shanda tugged at a strand of Mark’s silky hair where it had fallen over his chest. “You said Dashika sent you. Are you going to be taking us to where she is? She’s safe?”

  “Alive. Safe. Happy.”

  “With the… with the wolves?”

  Mark nodded.

  “Are we wolves now?”

  “In a way. You carry the Wolf inside you, but you’re both strong. Unless you decide to change, you won’t. And what’s done can’t be undone. You’re part of the Pack. Wolves, like you said.”

  “Wolves as in ‘were’?” Hunter wanted to know. He clicked his tongue thoughtfully. “I’ll be damned.”

  “Do you doubt me?”

  Hunter snorted. “After all I’ve seen and felt? Nope. I do think I’ve gone nuts, but this feels like a good kind of crazy. So there are werewolves. Hidden away where no private investigator can find them. Gonna be harder and harder to do in this shrinking world. Sounds like they could use a man like me, yeah.”

  “They can. We can. Dashika will be pleased with you, as well as Shanda. And yes, we’ll go to her. We can leave tonight, if you want. If you’re willing to leave the city.” Mark tapped Shanda with his chin. “Are you willing? Both of you?”

  “I’m in.” Hunter sounded like he might be permanently tempered with a dash of warmth and excitement.

  Shanda liked it.

  As for herself, a response spilled readily from her lips.

  “I’ve been ready for months.” She felt herself glow with the satisfaction of a job well done and the promise of a bright future with these two men. She sat up and seized the hands of her mates, pushing them to action. “What are we waiting for? We’re together, a mated triad of sort-of-werewolves and we know where we’re headed.”

  She laughed, then howled for glee, embracing her new inner Wolf. “Let’s go find Dashika.”

  Epilogue

  Shanda pushed her bedroom door open without knocking. Men. Honestly! They were supposed to be making a sweep of her apartment to make sure they hadn’t left anything important behind. Better not have. She was heading for Dashika and a new life. Shanda didn’t plan to come back for anyone or any reason.

  Making a sweep. Sure. As if they’d manage to stay on track without her watching over them.

  She’d known from the sounds carrying all the damn way to her den -- ha-ha, den, wolf joke, get it? -- what Hunter and Mark were up to. Sure enough, she’d been right.

  The two men, garbed only in camouflage pants, faced each other, arms locked in something that looked like a wrestling hold. Their faces were contorted with fury and lust. “You are not taking me down,” Hunter snarled. “I don’t bend over for anyone.”

  Mark freed one of his hands and reached down to grope Hunter’s crotch. He started to smirk. “Really? This tells me you do not mind the idea of a little man-on-man action.”

  “Don’t bait me.”

  “Why would I want to?” Mark kneaded the hard bulge between Hunter’s legs. “You may keep fighting as long as you like. One day you will crave me as much as -- ah, Shanda.” As if nothing else important was happening, Mark turned to give her a welcoming smile. “Would you like to join us?”

  Shanda leaned against the door frame. She looked like the bomb that night and she knew it. Tight black PVC dress that showed off every curve and a gun in one hand. A sure-fire recipe for making any red-blooded man hot. “I’ll let you two finish first,” she said, faking laziness. “Looks to me like things are about to get interesting.”

  Hunter took advantage of Mark’s distraction to punch him in the gut. Mark grunted in surprise. In retaliation he shoved both their bodies forward and brought them down to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Moving damn fast, he had his hand down Hunter’s pants and gripped his cock again before anyone could say “boo.”

  “Fuck you,” Hunter spat.

  “If you ask me politely, maybe someday.” Mark’s hand was busy, busy, busy. Hunter hissed and groaned. He rocked beneath Mark, grinding their groins together even as he cursed a blue streak and threatened to riddle Mark with bullet holes.

  Mark laughed, but he didn’t stop.

  Shanda slipped her hand beneath the short skirt of her dress and reached for her pussy. She was wet. These men always made her cream no matter what they did. Fingering herself, she worked fast as Mark worked on Hunter, soon feeling a nice quickie orgasm coming on. Short but still sweet.

  Hunter was panting for breath. Mark grinned. “See? I can make you come. I told you I could.”

  “Fucking going to shred your hide!”

  “You could try. I would rather we played nicely. You like this very much. Such a big, bad man. Are you afraid of what would happen if you admitted you enjoyed my hand on your cock?”

  Ooh, those were fighting words. Shanda stroked herself hard and fast as Hunter surged up against Mark. “Like hell I’m afraid of anything,” Hunter roared. He grabbed Mark’s head and yanked him down for a savage kiss.

  The two writhing bodies seemed to become one for a long, stretched-out moment. Hunter arched and yelled at the same time as Mark. Shanda gave her clit a hard tweak and made a matched set out of their orgasms.

  The smell of their mingling spunk was thick and spicy. Shanda knew the two men could smell her too, with their Wolf senses. Turnabout was fair play and payback was a bitch, right? Tormenting her boys felt even more satisfying by her right of being an actual Alpha bitch.

  She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and began to lick them one by one. “Mmm.”

  Both men looked at her with huge eyes and parted lips. Damn, Wolves had great rebound time. If Shanda let them, they’d jump her bones right here and now. But they had places to be.

  “If you behave, I’ll let you both have a taste later,” she said, sucking the last drop of cream off her fingers. “Come on, boys. The car is packed and the road is waiting. Time to get moving.”

  She turned and began to walk away, hips swaying, caressing the butt of her gun as she would a cock.

  That got ’em. Scrambling up from the ground, Mark and Hunter followed Shanda like she was a magnet.

  They always followed her.

  No matter where they went, to Dashika and the Pack or further on, she was dead certain they always would follow her.

  So they lived happily and hornily ever after, Shanda thought in satisfaction. Sounds like a damn good happy ending to me.

  Lia Connor

  Lia Connor is a Woman of Mystery, rarely spotted except in her natural habitat of the North Carolina foothills. In her opinion nothing is sexier than a shapeshifter. Wolves have wanted their stories told for a while now -- who knows what animal is next? She’s glad to be a part of the Changeling family and hopes to keep writing steamy ménage for a long time.

 

 

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